Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
The sun burns my back—the skin still sensitive from the table yesterday. Sweat dots my skin as I take him in and out. I’m unable to look away from his face. Watching him enjoy my attempt at pleasuring him is nearly as good as orgasming myself.
He faces the sky, his throat bobbing as he swallows.
A bead of precum sits atop his cock. I lay my tongue against it, drawing it away and sucking the tip like I’m taking the top off an ice cream cone.
“I’m so wet,” I say before taking him deep again. “My bottoms are soaked.”
He scoops me up beneath my arms and drags me to my feet. His mouth takes control of mine, working my lips like he owns them. His kisses are frantic. Desperate. It’s all tongue and teeth, groans and moans. Gasps for air as he kisses along my jaw.
We stumble beneath the water until my back hits the wall of the house. Oof.
Without missing a beat, he shoves my bottoms over my hips. I kick them away, flinging them into the makeshift shower room's foliage.
He digs his fingers into my hips as he lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist. The siding scratches into my back. The water sprays into my face. My breath is stolen as Renn pushes inside me with little notice.
“Fuck!” I shout, arching my back—needing more contact.
“I love being inside you,” he rasps. “Give it to me. Don’t hold back.”
He holds me up by my ass, pinning me against the wall. I use my shoulders as leverage against the wall in an attempt to meet him stroke for stroke.
My vision blurs. I dig my nails into his chest. My body is a blend of sensations from my head all the way to my feet locked at Renn’s back.
“Fuck me harder,” I say, my tits bouncing against my chest. “Like that. Just like that. My God. Ah!”
The sound of him driving into me is audible through the shower spray.
“Is that what you like?” he asks through gritted teeth. “Will that make you fall apart?”
My legs quiver. I press harder against his chest and brace for the orgasm that’s right there.
“I feel you shaking,” he says. “I can feel your muscles starting to lose control.”
“I’m right there, Renn. So close.”
“Come for me. Come hard on my cock.”
“Fuck.”
I scrape my nails against his pecs as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt floods me. There’s no stopping it. There’s no controlling it. It’s wave after wave of pleasure so big and strong that I can’t see or hear—I can only feel.
Renn steps forward and shoves me harder against the house. He shoves deep inside me, his cock pulsing against my flesh. His teeth gritted, his jaw flexing—with sweat dripping down his face, he spills into my pussy.
I grind against him, milking out every last ounce of it.
“There you go,” I say against his ear. I move my hips in a slow circle. “You feel so good inside me. Your cum is dripping down my legs already.”
He growls against my chest. He kisses my sternum before slowly pulling out and helping me to the ground.
My legs wobble. Face flushed. My body tingles with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
He shakes his head and smiles. “I will never be the same man again. You’ve wrecked me for anyone else.”
I try not to beam, but I think I fail.
“Come on, cutie. Let’s get rinsed off.”
“Renn …”
He stops and looks down at me.
When he said he loved everything about me yesterday, I knew he wasn’t talking about love love. But still … those words from his mouth are enough to fuck me up.
I know this isn’t permanent. Renn isn’t my forever husband. But moments like these—when I’m cherished and feel adored—it’s hard not to think he meant more with his proclamation.
My heart skips a beat as I realize what I was going to say—three words that are absolutely asinine. I love him as a friend. That’s all this is. Well, that and the sex is hot. So there’s pheromones, too.
I paste on a fake smile and step under the water. “Nothing. Let’s talk about dinner.”
He pulls me against him, and we stand quietly, letting the shower bring us back to our senses.
CHAPTER 19
Blakely
“Renn?” I whisper. The moonlight fills the room with a muted glow. “Are you awake?”
He runs his fingertips along my arm. “Yeah. I haven’t been to sleep yet.”
“Me either. And I just had a thought. It’s too late to do anything about it now, but I’m still curious.”
He hums, giving me the green light to ask.
“Foxx couldn’t see us today, right?”
Renn chuckles, his chest rumbling beneath my cheek.
I smack him. “I mean it. I’ll be mortified if I have to look him in the eye and know he saw—or heard—what we were doing.”
“I’m sure he fucks, Blakely. He’s not a virgin.”